mollypops23: “Open up, you stupid mutt.” The dumb dog’s eyes lit up as it
mollypops23: “Open up, you stupid mutt.” The dumb dog’s eyes lit up as it opened its mouth, tongue lolling out. “Time for breakfast bitch,” Ryan said, pulling his boxer shorts down. As he began to empty his bladder, filling the dog’s mouth and splashing its face, Ryan took a moment for reflection. If he wasn’t mistaken, today was the three year anniversary of his taking ownership of Snickers. He couldn’t believe it had already been that long. Time flies I guess, he thought. Looking down at Snickers while it hungrily gulped down his urine, Ryan smiled. He had no respect for the slut mutt, but there was certainly a sense of pride he felt when he watched it obey his commands. Snickers had been a labor of love for him. Nowadays there were all sorts of mind altering nanite packages on the market. Bimbos, catgirls, mannequins, etc. He actually had used one once; his last dog had been born out of a dissolvable capsule. Unfortunately, he found the entire process…dissatisfying. It seemed cheap to him. Pop a pill in your wife’s drink and all of the sudden you control her? Where’s the effort in that? Ryan had taken his time with Snickers. He wanted to break it properly, instilling the concept that it was his will and his dominance that created it, not some magical drug. The difficult part was getting his message across. See, dogs are just unintelligent animals, incapable of understanding more than the most basic of commands. Ryan hadn’t been able to explain directly to Snickers how he wanted it to behave; he had to employ a strict reinforcement and punishment program in order to modify its behavior. The process had been a painstakingly long one. Ryan had to systematically break down whatever the dog thought made it “human.” First there was the silly notion that it thought it could speak. Then it was teaching it to respond to positive and negative stimulation as a means learning correct behaviors. The shock collars and electric dildos had been essential in that step. There had been many more walls for Ryan to break down, but slowly and surely he had taken its brain and reduced it to where it could perform only the simplest puppy functions. Once he had satisfactorily broken Snickers down, it was time to teach it the behaviors and tricks that Ryan wanted it to know. That had been a whole other process, one that included many bumps in the road. Ryan recalled having to halt intense training for a few weeks after he’d broken one of Snickers’s front paws clean in half in a fit of impatient rage. It wasn’t the first time it had been beaten for being a brainless bitch, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Still though, his hard work had paid off in the end. He’d always remember the day he had forgotten to command her to do one of her weekly chores. Sitting in his chair reading the paper, he was surprised when he felt a nudge on his shin. There was his dog, carrying his hiking boots in its mouth. Snickers knew that was the day it was supposed to polish them clean with its mouth. Ryan had forgotten to order Snickers to do it, but even so, it had brought them to him so that he could give it permission to clean them. That was when he knew he had done it. Right then he became an owner of a truly loyal and obedient dog. Snickers was allowed to sleep in his bed that night, all of its holes leaking his cum. It had earned that much. From that point on, many happy memories followed. Ryan remembered the first time he’d taken it out in public, just a short walk around the block. Snickers was of course crawling like a worthless mutt should, following along by leash. When the two of them made it home, the neighbors spotted Snickers and were horrified. Ryan had been slightly nervous when they had called the police, but technically, he had been pretty sure they couldn’t do anything. He’d laughed uproariously when Snickers started barking and growling at the two officers who had arrived. It was trying to protect its Master. Snickers knew the officers were bad news, and they ended up leaving, confused and defeated. Then there was the most recent triumph, perhaps Ryan’s boldest. Just a month ago, he’d brought Snickers to a wedding. It wasn’t just any wedding though, it happened to be that the bride was one of Snickers’s friends back when it used to think it was a human. The entire crowd was mortified when, at Ryan’s command, Snickers crawled right up to the bride and snuck its head under her dress, sniffing around and barking playfully. The bride had broken down in tears, begging Snickers to come home. She of course didn’t understand, Snickers had a home, one where she was fed, groomed, and taken care of. That home was with Ryan. The two of them were kicked out soon after, but it had definitely been worth it. Ryan shook the last few drops of pee onto Snickers’s waiting tongue. Yes indeed, the long hours of labor and training had paid off just the way he had hoped they would. Looking down at the eager mutt, he decided that today’s special occasion was worth a little bit of celebration. “Good dumb doggie, very good. I know that it’s supposed to be feeding time, but today’s a very special day little puppy. Let’s celebrate. PRESENT!” “Woof! Woof!” Ryan watched as the braindead mutt barked before turning around and lowering its head to the ground, raising its ass and cunt high in the air for his use. He knew that it didn’t understand much of what he said, but “present” was a command that had been drilled into its brain with perfection. Ryan mounted his prize and started off year number four with a bang. Tip top story! Especially the bit at the wedding. -- source link